Ashley was here last night talking about a pair of lhasa apsos that was going to be going up for adoption. They were trying to think of names for them, because they hope to adopt them as a pair, since they have lived together for so long. Someone had suggested "Mickey and Minnie" but she said that had been used a lot and she wanted something different. She thought perhaps "Fred and Ethel," but someone else didn't like those names.
I suggested "George and Gracie."
"Who's that?" she asked.
Omigawd...someone doesn't recognize "George and Gracie" as being George Burns and Gracie Allen. I didn't have the heart to ask if she knew who Burns and Allen were.
It reminded me of someone else who looked at the photo in the last blog, of Jimmy and Ethel Merman and thought it was "a couple." When I pointed out that the woman was Ethel Merman, she said "I'm sorry--I don't know who that is."
I am feeling v-e-r-y old these days, surrounded by all these little kids.
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OOooo, been there. I was at the dentist one day, and his new assistant, who evidently was barely old enough to cross the street by herself, had never heard of Barry Manilow. Never.
That just scared me; I wasn't even 40 at the time. I've heard of George and Gracie, though, if that makes you feel a teeny bit better. ;=)
I know who he is :)
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